A couple of years ago, Richard Buckner's wife was fumbling through the Toyota truck in which Buckner regularly logs 70,000 miles a year touring, when she came across a curious-looking cassette tape and popped it into the deck. The tape held five bleak, chillingly Gothic tracks sung by her husband that seemed to concern...dead people. As it turns out, she had discovered the earliest incarnation of what at long last has become... More >>>